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"Jerome, the beach is this way," Mara pointed out, motioning to the opposite direction as her boyfriend tried to walk down the street. She wore a red bikini that made her feel slightly self-conscious with a slightly see through cover-up, just to make herself feel better.
"No, I know somewhere else to go." He replied. He wore a pair of dark blue swim trunks with a white button down shirt. Only a couple of the bottom buttons were undone, his pale, toned chest on display, which had caused Mara to blush slightly at the sight.
"I thought we were going to the beach." She asked, jogging up next to him as he continued on his way.
He looked down at her and smiled. "We are going to the beach, but I don't want to go somewhere we'll be crowded; and there'll be a lot of noise, and you might get hit in the head with a volley ball. Basically, I just wanna be alone with you. And I know somewhere that's quiet and peaceful and secluded. We'll be completely alone."
Mara looked down with a blush forming on her tan cheeks but Jerome didn't notice as he took her hand and led her just a little further down the sidewalk. At the end of the beach, he turned and pulled her along with him, guiding her down the sand and around a big rock. Hiking a little ways up the sand, he stopped and laid out the blanket they had brought.
"See?" he grinned, spreading his arms out wide as if gesturing to the scenery. "I'm pretty sure no one knows about his spot."
Mara glanced around and analyzed that he was most likely correct. There were huge boulders that surrounded the area and you couldn't see beyond that point, except the ocean. She nodded and folded her arms over her chest as she started to feel a little uncomfortable, but of course she didn't tell Jerome that.
But of course he noticed right off the bat.
"Jaffray, are you alright?" he spoke hesitantly.
Her brown eyes flitted to him and she nodded, sitting down on the blanket. Jerome swallowed as he watched her for a moment. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and then sat beside her.
"Sweetheart, did I do something wrong? Did you want to go to the other beach? We can go back."
"No, I'm fine, just…what do you want to do?" she questioned after a pause.
"Nothing until you tell me what's up." he answered.
She didn't say anything.
"I don't understand." He breathed. "We've been alone before; why is this any different?"
"We can't be interrupted." She whispered, fingers playing the hem of her white cover-up.
Jerome's eyebrows furrowed. "You're nervous about that…no, Jaffray, I wouldn't do anything you don't want me to. Okay, let's talk about this; what are the boundaries?"
Mara looked up at him and smiled fondly. He was nothing like any guy she had ever met before; he cared about what she wanted before what he wanted. He respected her and loved her, and she couldn't ask for a better man than him. She reached out and brushed his cheek with her fingers. His eyes fluttered closed at her touch and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"You're too good for me."
At that, his blue eyes shot open and widened. "What are you talking about?" he gasped, removing her hand from his cheek and scooting closer to her.
"What do you mean?"
"If anyone is too good for anyone in this relationship, it's you. I don't deserve you."
"Of course you do, silly; I don't deserve you."
"No. I don't deserve you."
"You really do, J."
"Why are we fighting about this?" they asked themselves simultaneously.
They laughed.
"Let's compromise," Mara suggested. "We don't deserve each other so much, we deserve each other completely."
"If that came from anyone else I wouldn't know what the hell you were talking about. But alright." He smiled and leaned forward brushing his nose across her cheek lovingly.
"Rub some sunscreen on my back?" she requested, holding a bottle up for him to take.
He backed away and nodded once, taking the bottle from her. She shrugged off her cover-up and turned her back to him. He squirted some of the lotion into the palm of his hand and wiped it across her smooth skin. Mara tensed slightly when the cream caused a chill to go up her spine, but then Jerome gently rubbed her shoulders and her back and she sighed in contentment.
"Everything alright, darling?" he wondered.
"I think you should be a masseuse or something; your hands are amazing." She murmured.
Jerome breathed in deeply before letting out a breathy chuckle. "Could you really see me as a masseuse?"
"As well as a chiropractor—you could do both." She stated. "I'd be a doctor and you'd be a physical therapist. It's a perfect match really."
Jerome's hands froze on her shoulders and she pulled away from him.
"I'm sorry, I just made this awkward. I'm getting ahead of myself—"
"It's good to know that we're on the same page." He said softly. He rested his chin on her shoulder and she looked at him with a smile. "May I kiss you?" he asked.
She nodded silently and his lips met hers lightly. Once the kiss had broken, she turned to him shyly. She picked up the bottle of sunscreen. "Let me return the favor." She moved to sit behind him and she did the same thing he did. She spread the cream over his bare back after he removed his shirt.
"Okay, it's official; we're going to exchange massages like every day." He muttered huskily.
Mara giggled and leaned forward to place a kiss on the back of his neck. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Jaffray." He responded and stood up. He took her hand and pulled her up with him. He tugged her toward the water with a small grin that displayed his white teeth. "Come on, time for water."
She willingly followed him and wrapped an arm around his waist as his slithered its away over her shoulders.
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"Remember the morning, we dug up your gun; the worms in the barrel, the hanging sun. Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin. The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in. The rush of your lips, the feel of your name. The beat in your heart; the devil's arcade."
-Rachel
